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 As the little-know girls from Jharkhand announced themselves on the world-stage:http://www.sportskeeda.com/football/jharkhand-girls-ready-for-spanish-football-challenge/ I narrate  a similar euphoric episode from a woman's life  where love took her all the way.

She was a middle aged lady belonging to a north-eastern state.She lived with her husband in the middle of a farmland.It was a beautiful place with rolling-hills blessed with greenery on all sides.She looked towards me as she spoke. She told me how she had been passed on the inheritance at the time of her father's passing away. At that point she married this wonderful man whose presence changed her life.



He helped her in pursuing a career in athletics where she went on to represent her nation in an international event in South Africa  finishing second. It was an incredible achievement for her and she reminisces her glory days with a bright smile as the light of joy shines through her humility filled eyes.The days of training were hard,she recounts.During her trainings people used to constantly discourage her,throw obstacles at her mentally and literally.

She was asked to give up on her dreams and focus on the household work completely but her husband was always there to see her through and help her believe in her dreams.She lives a simple life,her past brings her immense joy and satisfaction along with abundance of solace.She enjoys the nature and does not seem to have any regrets about the course her life has taken.

She loves him and he loves her, and they love and appreciate the gift of life.

Discalimer: The episode above is fictional and I got the entire scene in a dream.
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When I had written:http://www.sportskeeda.com/football/the-football-chronicles-those-days-when-we-played/ I never thought this moment would come.But then, life has its own way of bringing joy to you.


 
It was one of the best feelings I have ever had. I had scored the winning goal of the match. Or rather I had put my team ahead and the goal turned out to be the winner. It was a horror-filled game with one of our opponents dislocating his wrist; a scene which evoked pain and horror. The game started around noon when the sun was in its glory and we were all sweaty.

The opponents wore blue jerseys and we wore black. They pinned us in our own-half in the starting few minutes and the game was getting very rough. The big strong opponents did not give us an inch of space and pushed (literally barged) us at every opportunity as if all they intended was to hurt and injure us. Our complaints fell on the deaf ears of an indifferent referee. All he gave us were grave stares whenever we looked at him expecting a foul or a lecture for the opponents to play like humans, and not bulls.

They took the lead with a clever goal; the ball just rolled past our keeper who was wrong-footed. This happened just after one of our opponent player had landed on his left wrist with his full body-weight dislocating it in the process. Our heads dropped but we were determined to equalize and it did not take long. The forward from my team on the right took advantage of a missed clearance and passed the ball into the net and we were level.

In the second-half we were calmer and started to pass the ball around with confidence. Two clear-cut chances were missed and I felt we were going to either lose the game or it would go to penalties. And then the moment came. My  teammate lifted the ball in the air and I made myself free, ready to pounce on any loose ball. The oppostion defenders awaited for their keeper to come and punch the ball out but he flapped at it and did not get a clean contact. The ball fortunately bounced towards me. My eyes lit up and I directed the ball into the goal with my right thigh.

I could not even hear the referee’s whistle.Each member of my team was in a frenzy. I ran across the field intoxicated by adrenalin, shrieking my lungs out giving a high-five to all my teammates  and almost teasing the opponent striker. They almost equalized a minute later but we held on for a memorable victory and a place in the Quarter-finals.
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